yournovel Chapter 210 has an eye-catching index of 100!
Chapter 210 has an eye-catching index of 100!
Chapter 210 has an eye-catching index of 100!
'As long as you don't object, that's fine.'
After typing this line of text, Yu Huan clicked send.
After waiting a while, I didn't see an immediate response from my wife, who was clearly also shocked by the news.
He put his phone in his coat pocket, then stretched out a big yawn, as if trying to shake off all his fatigue.
He exhaled softly, the breath turning into a wisp of white mist in the cold night air, as ethereal and profound as his thoughts.
As the depths of winter draw ever closer, the chill of the nights grows ever more biting.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated slightly.
"Of course I'll support your decision, but don't act impulsively; think it through carefully before you act!"
Yu Huan looked at the message on her phone screen, a bright smile spreading across her face: 'I definitely thought this through carefully before telling you.'
My wife replied immediately: 'Hmm! Anyway, there's still a little over a month until Chinese New Year, so you can think about it some more during this time.'
On this cold winter night, a warm current flowed through Yu Huan's heart.
This feeling that no matter what his decision is, there will always be someone blindly supporting him...
Fingertips flew across the screen.
'If I don't work, will you support me?' You can naturally flirt with her without any scruples when typing.
Between the lightning and flint.
A small speech bubble pops up on the phone screen:
'keep!'
……
As the sun rises and the moon sets, the stars shift and the constellations change, time flies by in the blink of an eye.
Every day at work is always rushed. It either slips by quietly in leisurely leisure or is so busy with work that there is no time to stop and think about anything else.
Friday is undoubtedly the busiest day.
Not only do we need to make detailed plans for next week's work, but we also need to arrange our weekend affairs in an orderly manner.
Yu Huan's fingers danced lightly across the keyboard as her thoughts raced.
From the moment I stepped into the office in the morning and sat down, I only went to the restroom once, and it felt like noon had arrived in the blink of an eye.
Seeing that Wang Zhi, that beast, immediately launched himself and rushed to the elevator to press the down button, Yu Huan, who would usually follow immediately, didn't want to move at all this time.
He sank into his office chair, as if his body had been hollowed out and he was in a state of emptiness.
As the sound of office chairs sliding up and down filled the air, everyone left their desks.
"Brother Yu, aren't you going to the cafeteria for lunch?" Wei Quan called out as he walked briskly.
He is not active in eating and has problems with his thinking.
Yu Ge is usually very enthusiastic about satisfying one's internal organs.
Yu Huan was shaking her stiff shoulders and neck to move her body when she heard the voice and waved her hand, saying, "I'll go in a bit."
"Oh."
Wei Quan nodded slightly, continued walking, and disappeared around the corner.
Yu Huan casually picked up his phone from next to the mouse pad, turned on the screen, and suddenly discovered that someone had requested to add him as a WeChat friend half an hour earlier.
He unlocked his screen and opened WeChat.
The friend request came from a user with the nickname 'May You Have Abundance Every Year', whose profile picture was a grinning old man.
The hair on the top of his head was gray, and wrinkles were set like ravines on his forehead and the corners of his eyes.
These features did not make him appear old and decrepit; on the contrary, they gave him a unique grace in his natural aging.
Look at the headshot of Grandpa Yu himself.
Yu Huan was filled with questions.
After the old man started using the cheap mobile phone he bought, does that mean he can even use WeChat now? So trendy!
He had just accepted the friend request when he immediately received a message from the old man:
[Evil grin][Evil grin]
The system uses emojis so skillfully.
Seeing this, Yu Huan immediately knew who was controlling the other side, and casually sent two emojis:
[Picking nose][Picking nose]
The emoji had just popped up in the message interface when another message quickly arrived:
"My dear grandson, come home this weekend if you're free. I want to eat a KFC family bucket."
Yu Huan couldn't help but laugh out loud after reading it, and quickly replied: 'Yu Chengcheng, are you asking for a beating?'
The reply on the other end was a single word:
'Back? '
'look.'
Yu Huan responded simply with a single word, meaning "it depends."
Yu Chengcheng definitely understood what he meant.
Early Sunday morning, I had to take the high-speed train to Guangzhou. I even considered canceling the ticket and going the night before.
I just clicked send.
Yu Chengcheng, impersonating Old Master Yu, instantly replied with an emoji:
[Picking nose]
Yu Huan had intended to take advantage of her not using her phone to have a meme battle with her, but then a wave of hunger washed over her.
I felt an urgent need to recharge, so I quickly put my phone in my pocket and didn't want to argue with her anymore.
He stood up, picked up the open thermos on the table, and drank the warm water inside in one gulp.
I let out a comfortable sigh and stretched out a big yawn.
After looking around the empty workspace, I immediately set off to eat!
After turning the corner, I stood in the elevator lobby with my hands on my hips.
Yu Huan looked at the floors displayed on the elevator control panel. All the elevators were descending, with a pause at each floor.
After the New Year's Day holiday, the elevators were noticeably busier.
Yu Huan thought for a moment.
Now that his legs had almost fully recovered, he decided to walk down the stairs.
With brisk steps, I descended the stairs one by one. The surroundings, which were originally empty, gradually became more crowded, and in the blink of an eye, I reached the sixth floor.
For some reason, on my way downstairs, I kept feeling whispers everywhere I went.
It was lunchtime, and the place was already bustling with people; it seemed as if the entire space was occupied by a dense crowd.
Whether they were talking in hushed tones or laughing and shouting, their voices echoed in the enclosed space, rising and falling, creating a chaotic cacophony.
The crowd moved slowly forward, and Yu Huan had to slow down.
"Commander Yu!"
Sudden.
A sharp female voice came from the side and behind.
Yu Huan turned around to check.
"Ahhh-"
He saw a slightly chubby girl with a bob haircut that reached her chin staring at him with her mouth wide open.
This state of excitement was like a sapling at the airport seeing Lin Su in person, screaming wildly and uncontrollably.
From this angle, Yu Huan could even see her throat clearly; her little tongue trembled, and a wave of sound rushed towards him.
A moment.
The slender girl accompanying her quickly covered her mouth, stopping the noise, and gave Yu Huan an awkward smile.
Yu Huan looked completely bewildered and suddenly turned around.
He thought to himself, "This really can't be someone calling him, can it?"
However, he saw that on the staircase platform below, all the heads were facing him.
At the same time, our gazes focused on his face.
After a brief silence, a clamor of discussion erupted from the crowd.
"He's even more handsome in person than in the short film! And, is Director Yu really that tall?!" one girl exclaimed.
"I noticed this handsome guy in the Lianhe Zaobao building before, I never expected that he would be the deputy director of the new media department!" another girl exclaimed.
The guy next to me tilted his head back and said, "Director Yu, you've been sitting the whole time in the film, I never imagined you were this tall in person."
Yu Huan gave a formulaic smile and nodded slightly.
The crowd, which had been moving slowly like snails, suddenly stopped and stared at Yu Huan as if frozen in place.
More and more people continued to gather at the stairwell, making it completely congested.
"Director Yu! Are you also going to the cafeteria for lunch?" A girl wearing black-rimmed glasses asked, her face beaming with excitement.
"Commander Yu! Commander Yu!" someone shouted again from somewhere, their voice loud and strong.
Yu Huan looked in the direction of the sound.
A burly man with black-rimmed glasses and a thick beard was seen waving his hands repeatedly in the crowd, trying to get his attention.
I really can't pay attention to anything.
"Uh……"
Yu Huan scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.
Yu Shuai?
Even though I think I am somewhat handsome, isn't it a bit too old-fashioned to be given such a nickname?
After the New Year's Day holiday, all departments returned to their posts, and the leaders issued tasks, organizing everyone to watch the short film from the New Media Department.
Yu Huan never expected that his appearance in the short film would cause such a sensation.
To prevent the situation from getting out of control, he took a deep breath, focused his energy, smiled, and said in a loud voice, "I'm glad you all know me, but the stairwell is already very crowded. Please don't gather together, everyone move around!"
As he finished speaking, the crowd in front of him made some space.
Taking the opportunity, Yu Huan stepped down the stairs and hurriedly added, "Please don't push or shove, and please be careful!"
Yu Huan forced a slight upward curve at the corners of her mouth, a smile tinged with embarrassment.
I feel like a monkey being stared at by a crowd right now. I finally understand why Lin Yourong always has to cover her face when she goes out.
After the loud crash, although the murmurs in the crowd gradually subsided, Yu Huan could still hear hushed discussions from her side and behind:
"Can you guys be realistic and stop being so infatuated? The latest rumor is that Yu Shuai already has a girlfriend!"
"Ah—he's already taken?"
"Yeah, how could someone so handsome and capable not have a girlfriend?"
"Hehehe, look at the disappointed looks on your faces. Even if Director Yu is single, do you think it'll be your turn?"
The girls' voices are all very pleasant to hear.
Are they all from the hotline department?
Hold on!
Just pretend you didn't hear that!
The crowd was dense, and the air seemed to be compressed by the breaths and voices of countless people, making it difficult to breathe.
Fortunately, it's quite tall, so by tilting its head slightly, it can breathe in relatively fresh air.
But it was just a drop in the ocean, and Yu Huan felt a tightness in her chest.
The eyes observe the nose, and the nose observes the heart.
He forced himself to ignore the gazes focused on him.
Yu Huan moved slowly, and it felt like an eternity as she reached the first floor.
It took a lot of effort to squeeze out of the crowded stairwell.
Amidst a chaotic chorus of greetings like "Director Yu," "Deputy Director Yu," and "Handsome Yu," he mechanically smiled and nodded repeatedly in response.
He immediately took two steps at a time and slipped out of the Lianhe Zaobao building to catch his breath.
He put his hands on his hips, looked up at the sky, took a deep breath of fresh air, and then slowly exhaled the stale air.
Finally feel comfortable.
I used to envy Lao Xu and Lao Lin, who could be greeted with enthusiastic greetings wherever they went.
Now it's his turn, and he really feels a bit like living in Bengbu.
Perhaps, in a few more days, this hype will die down?
His feelings at that moment were complex and hard to describe; he felt helpless, embarrassed, and even a little bit pleased.
After all, becoming a focal point within the Jiangnan Morning Post was a rather novel experience for him.
People came and went at the entrance, and people would greet him from time to time.
Yu Huan could only respond with a standard smile, time and time again.
After emerging from that suffocating stairwell and taking a few deep breaths of fresh air, he strode towards the cafeteria for his meal.
At the corner of the cafeteria entrance, I unexpectedly ran into Brother Zhang, who was wiping his mouth with a tissue.
Brother Zhang seemed to be in a hurry, but when he saw Yu Huan, he turned slightly to the side and slowed down.
He gave Yu Huan a thumbs up: "Wow, Director Yu, you're awesome!"
Noticing that Zhang Ge omitted the words 'acting deputy' when referring to his position, Yu Huan jokingly replied, "Director Zhang, you seem to be very busy since you've just taken office."
They readily accepted the good advice and even removed the "deputy" title from his position.
"Of course!" Brother Zhang smiled as he brushed past him.
At the cafeteria window, Yu Huan calmly selected three meat dishes and three vegetable dishes, filling her plate to the brim.
He looked around and eventually walked to a corner where he sat down quietly.
Realizing he was being watched by everyone, he unconsciously sat up straight, becoming extremely polite and composed to maintain his composure.
Halfway through my meal, my phone suddenly vibrated and rang.
Yu Huan took it out and saw that it was a landline number. With a little doubt, she answered the call.
A pleasant female voice came from the other end of the phone, explaining the purpose of the call in a calm and unhurried manner.
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan pondered for a moment.
It turned out to be a call from the police department.
After confirming Yu Huan's identity, the other party began to explain the situation.
Yu Huan unconsciously shoveled a mouthful of rice into her mouth while listening intently amidst the noisy environment.
I would exchange a few words with them from time to time.
During the phone call, a group of his female colleagues from the new media department passed by him, carrying empty plates, clearly intending to put them away at the dish recycling station after their meal.
Faced with a barrage of greetings, Yu Huan hurriedly swallowed the food in her mouth and nodded and greeted them in response.
This phone call informed him that, according to the price bureau's assessment, the case met the criteria for criminal prosecution.
The main culprit, Fatty Yang, actively confessed and repented, and took the initiative to compensate for his losses, thus obtaining a letter of understanding from him and Yu Songnian.
The case will proceed under simplified procedures, and the trial is expected to begin in about a month.
Just after the police hung up the phone, Yu Huan had finished lunch.
He thought for a moment.
These people will most likely be given a suspended sentence.
Even if they don't end up in jail working on the sewing machine, the three accomplices will receive lighter sentences, but they will all have criminal records, which will have some impact on their direct descendants for three generations and their collateral descendants for two generations.
Yu Huan stuffed his phone into his pocket, then stood up and placed the plate at the dish return area.
"Hello, Deputy Director Yu!"
A familiar face came into view; it was a female colleague from his previous life in the new media department.
The two put down their plates almost simultaneously, and the female colleague blinked at him.
Yu Huan resisted the urge to call her name and smiled, nodding to her: "Hello."
As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly turned around and strode off.
Collapse, retreat, and sell off.
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: only the new media department on the twelfth floor was his safe haven!
If one were simply like Old Xu, only receiving a greeting about their position wherever they went, they should be able to maintain an unperturbed demeanor.
But this was accompanied by discussions among men and women, some talking loudly, others whispering, making it impossible to remain calm.
Inside the elevator, Yu Huan maintained a formulaic smile to deal with both familiar and unfamiliar people, and it took her quite a while to squeeze onto the elevator.
The elevator car stopped and started, and after the doors opened and closed a few times in the advertising department on the tenth floor, it finally became empty, leaving him all alone.
Yu Huan let out a long sigh of relief, almost breaking out in a cold sweat.
After careful consideration, the situation has been clarified.
There was nothing they could do; after all, he was currently a rising star within the Jiangnan Morning Post, and wherever he went, he was the center of attention.
Eye-catching factor: 100!
The new media department, bright and clean, was quiet.
Most people rest at their desks after finishing their meals.
Yu Huan unconsciously slowed her pace, walked slowly behind her desk, pulled out her office chair, and sat down gracefully.
Even though he was full of energy and didn't need a nap, his eyes felt a little sore from using them too much in the morning.
He leaned back in his office chair, his hands behind his head.
She closed her eyes slightly.
Immersed in this rare tranquility.
During lunch break, time seems to slow down at this moment.
Amidst the neatly arranged desks, Wang Xianjiao gently clicked the mouse, then turned her head to glance at Yu Huan, who was reclining in her chair with her eyes closed, seemingly resting.
Ok.
Brother Yu's face was serene, and he was still so handsome.
Wang Xianjiao turned back to the computer screen in front of her, which displayed the Weibo webpage interface.
I just got back to the office after lunch, and within just twenty minutes, the number of message notifications had soared to 999+.
Most of these flood of messages came from a well-known video blogger with over 200,000 followers.
The blogger's Weibo post was flooded with comments from fans tagging the official Weibo account, making the comment section very lively.
A small portion of the news originated from a humorous video posted three days ago on the newspaper's official Weibo account.
The comment section of that video is also growing at an astonishing rate.
Wang Xianjiao clearly remembers that before she left work yesterday, the video only had a little over two hundred comments. However, in just one morning, the number of comments increased tenfold.
Most of these comments are related to Yu Huan.
The whole picture was crystal clear to her.
Wang Xianjiao knew perfectly well that it all stemmed from a Weibo video posted by that video blogger, with the caption:
'#The boss of Jiangnan Morning Post is so handsome# Holy crap, can you believe this is the same person?'
It's clearly referring to Brother Yu!
Wang Xianjiao glanced through the blogger's previous posts and discovered that this blogger had even shared travel guides for Changsha, along with a video captioned: 'What's it like to be a reporter at a newspaper?'
The mole!
This is a mole working at the Jiangnan Morning Post!
She put on her headphones and clicked the mouse to play the latest video.
The video, which was less than a minute long, was watched very quickly.
I decisively clicked to watch it a second time...
This video is a simple edit of two short films from different departments, leaving only the part featuring Yu Huan.
After the "leader" finished speaking, the scene changed, the camera slowly zoomed in, and finally settled steadily on Yu Huan behind the large desk.
(End of this chapter)